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Teaching Miss Granger	By : OracleObscured Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 116943 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Chapter List
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A/N: snapefan1983 -
I hope you get these answers as I just stuck them in on a chapter I thought you might be approaching soon. If you'd like I can email you answers in the future so I make sure you get them. Let me know.
"where Blaise Zabini and hermione granger having full sex? or did snape stop him on time?? are Blaise Zabini and hermione granger together?? or was this blackmail??"
- No, they were not having sex. They were just fooling around. And it wasn't blackmail. Blaise is just hot and Hermione wanted some.
"but how is she going to poop with the small anal plug inside her??"
- She's just wearing it at night, not all the time. Most people don't have to poop in their sleep.
"use the word CUNT !!!!!!!!!"
- I do later in the story, but I find pussy a much more pleasing word in writing. While I don't have a problem with the word cunt, it is hard on the ears (even if it's not being said out loud). The harsh beginning and end produce a word with an entirely different feel. Pussy sounds soft and invinting, while cunt sounds like something that might chop a man's dick off. It's a blunt word, and it doesn't always bring about the emotion or sound I want in my writing.
"i dont understand did he enter her yet?? if she is a virgin wont it hurt?? and have blood? "
- No, he didn't enter her. She's just rubbing her pussy against the back of his cock.
"I do hope this the below part of my comment isn’t your idea of an enema and that you do have him do a REAL enema on her as “punishment” ?? "
- No, that was just a bit of fun in the tub. There are real enemas later (but not till maybe chapter 10).
"they should have a SAFE WORD just incase !!!!!"
- This is discussed later in the story, but I should really put a warning up here. Due to Snape's ability as a Legilimens, he can read her mind/emotions/desires. He knows what she really wants. He does push her limits sometimes, but ultimately he never does anything she doesn't really want. There is a point in the future where she asks him to stop and he does.
This is obviously not applicable in the real world, so yes, in real life you should be using safe words; but this is fiction where one of my main characters can see in people's heads. I wanted to use that ability to make him an excellent lover.
"WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM AND WHY DID IT COME FROM HIS SLEEP?? "
- Because on the edge of sleep, our minds work in a different way. It's a time when problems are more easily solved and we synthesize information in new ways. He suddenly understood why she had reacted to so oddly to his questions and how she had been healed so quickly. His brain just made a leap and put it all together.
"you mean so head girl hermione and teacher snape are on the same rounds together ??"
- No, they never have rounds together. He's just doing his job. Nothing sneaky.

7 - Give To Me Your Leather, Take From Me My Lace
Her hair covered his lap like devil’s snare, his fingers trapped by her chocolate mane. She seemed reluctant to move.
“Severus?” she whispered into his thigh.
“Yes, pet?”
“I don’t know if I want to try a threesome anymore.”
He looked down and her, one eyebrow hiked to his hairline. “Why not? You seemed to enjoy yourself.”
Hermione thought for a second. “It was fun, but Draco wasn’t . . . I don’t know . . . wasn’t you. I liked watching him come, and he’s . . . pretty, but . . . it wasn’t the same as being with you.”
Severus smirked. “You can’t imagine sucking him while I fuck you from behind?”
Smiling into the rough wool of his trousers, she shrugged. “I can imagine it; I just don’t want to suck him. I mean, I’d do it if you asked me, but . . . ” She couldn’t quite put it into words.
“Yes?” he pressed when she didn’t finish.
“I’m not sure,” she sighed. “I want to get you off. Just hearing you come makes me wet, but Draco . . . I guess I don’t care if he comes or not. Even if you gave him Polyjuice to make him look and sound like you, it still wouldn’t be right. He’d still be Draco, you know what I mean?”
He nodded even though she couldn’t see it. “Yes, I do.”
Hermione found it much easier to have a conversation when his eyes weren’t burning into her. The past half hour had been interesting. Making Draco come had been a turn on. It was nice to be wanted, but she realized she didn’t care much unless it was Snape who wanted her.
Severus thought about what she’d said. It had been entertaining watching her with someone else, but honestly, he’d wanted to Crucio Malfoy when he came. The whelp didn’t deserve it. He was glad she didn’t want him to share her. She wouldn’t mind his selfishness.
“How will I ever introduce you to the wonders of double penetration if there’s no other man?” he asked with a hint of dark humor.
Shivering, she turned her face closer to his bulging fly. “Couldn’t we just use a vibrator or something?”
Severus chuckled soundlessly above her, petting her head. You’re ready to do anything I ask, aren’t you? “If that’s what you’d like, pet.”
“Could we get one that looks like you?”
“I don’t imagine they get too many requests for ‘greasy old git’ in the vibrator suggestion box.”
Hermione blushed. Ron had called him that the week before; she hoped he hadn’t overheard. “I’ll suggest it. I’ve got a name all picked out.” She paused, running her mouth over his wool-covered rod. “The Disciplinarian.”
Snape shook his head when she looked at him for approval.
“The Potion Master’s Apprentice?” she tried again.
“No.”
“Sword of Slytherin?”
He rolled his eyes. “No.”
“Dungeon Master?”
He burst out laughing. “Stop, Miss Granger. You are not naming my cock!”
It was good to hear him laugh. She pressed her cheek against his hardness and smiled.
“Come on, pet. You’re thinking too much.” He stroked her neck. “Let’s go to my room and see if I can make you forget.”
You read my mind. “Yes, sir.”
“Do you still wish to be my slave?”
Hermione looked up at him with wide eyes. Sweet Merlin. “Yes!”
The corner of his mouth quirked up at her expression. “Crawl.”
If he thought she wouldn’t do it or it would embarrass her, he was wrong. Hermione crawled after him like a cat, and she had to fight the urge to pounce on him as he stood and made his way to his rooms.
Turning as he got to the door, Snape walked backward to watch her follow him. When the back of his legs hit the settee, he sat and she slunk to his lap. She wasn’t blushing at all; her eyes were burning him alive. Chocolate flambé. “Very good,” he murmured approvingly. “Now, sit back on your heels with your legs apart. Hands behind your head.”
Thrusting out her chest, Hermione did as he asked.
“Excellent. When I tell you to get in position, this is what I want to see,” he said. “I think I should warn you, should you ever decide to seek your pleasure elsewhere, most master and slave relationships are very involved. It’s not something I wish to pursue outside of the bedroom. You are far too strong-willed to be any kind of slave . . . but you make an excellent submissive."
Smiling and looking at the floor, Hermione wondered what “involved” meant.
“You don’t wish to submit to me 24 hours a day, do you? Give over your entire life to me? Act only for my pleasure?”
She thought about it then shook her head no.
“And I wouldn’t want you to, Miss Granger,” he said softly. “You’re more interesting to me the way you are.”
Hermione smiled. It was one of the nicest things he’d ever said to her.
“Strip for me,” Snape ordered, settling back into the seat.
Hermione quickly pulled off her shirt and bra then stood to wiggle out of her skirt. Wonder what Draco did with my knickers? When her shoes and socks were off, she stood before him, biting her lip, wondering what he’d say next.
“Get back into position. No,” he amended when she started to sink to the floor, “up on the table, where I can see you.”
She looked at he coffee table, which was the focal point of the sitting area. It was short and stocky, but she wasn’t so sure it looked sturdy enough for kneeling.
“Go ahead. It’s safe,” he assured her.
It wasn’t a huge surface. Once her legs were spread, she had only a few spare inches around her. Severus studied her for quite some time. Most slaves knew not to make eye contact, but he didn’t want to enforce that particular rule. Her eyes told the story, and he wanted to see it unfold.
When her arms started to shake, he rose to stand in front of her. He drew his index finger across her soft lower lip, and when she started panting, he took the opportunity to slide into her half-open mouth. She licked and sucked his finger as if it were his cock, and his dick twitched with jealousy. Adding another finger, Severus pushed in further and touched the back of her throat until she gagged.
“Stay relaxed,” he murmured.
Trying again, she did a little better; but her eyes started to water.
“Good girl,” he growled, removing his fingers.
Hermione didn’t fancy the gagging so much, but she did fancy having his fingers in her mouth. He walked over to the small dresser where he kept her clamps; her nipples ached and puckered just thinking about them.
He came back and crouched down to her level. “Beg me for them,” he said, holding up the metal pinchers.
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Hermione croaked out, “Please clamp my nipples again, sir.”
“As you wish." He smirked and closed the coated tip around one stiff peak.
She moaned as the pressure pinched her sensitive tip. Gasping for air, she waited for her body to adjust to the pain.
“I increased the tension a bit. Say something if it’s too much.”
Wincing, Hermione shook her head no. She could take it. His other hand lightly teased her free nipple, making her clit throb. The dichotomy between her left and right tits tore her brain in two. So much pleasure and pain should not exist in one body at the same time. Her pussy felt as though it had sprung a leak.
The other clamp pinched her free nipple, and Severus stood back to look at her. She was trembling, her eyes closed to the world. “Look at me,” he whispered.
Hermione’s eyes cracked open, traveling up to his face. She was starting to get used to the pain. It still bit at her, but her head was beginning to float away. He looked pleased, and that made her even wetter.
“How would you like me to correct you tonight, pet?”
She swallowed hard. “Correct me? What do you mean?”
“I mean, you need correction. It’s not punishment. You just need reminding who’s in charge.”
Studying his face for a few seconds, she thought about her choices. Not the cane again. It was too soon. She kind of liked the belt. The paddle still scared her. “Do you really own a riding crop, or was that just a threat the other night?”
His lips pulled into a smile. My kinky little Gryffindor wants the riding crop. She kept surprising him. “I really own one. Is that your choice?”
“Yes.” What am I thinking? This could be worse than the cane.
He had to dig around the back of his wardrobe. When he finally found it, the black leather felt soft and supple in his hand. Slapping the tongue against his palm, he saw her jump in anticipation. Severus stood before her again and ran the leather up the center of her chest to her neck, tipping up her chin with the flat keeper. She looked ready to swallow him whole. “Go get on the bed, on your back.”
Glad that she could finally put down her arms, Hermione climbed off the table and made her way to his bed. When she crawled toward the middle of the mattress, he stopped her.
“Lie along the foot of the bed so I can reach all of you.”
Turning sideways to him, she stared at the thin black implement in his hands.
“Knees to your chest.”
Hermione curled in her legs, and he pressed her feet back towards her head.
“Straighten your legs more.”
The new position left her extremely exposed; her face flamed as he parted her legs. She was glad Draco wasn’t there to see her. It was humiliating enough having Snape there.
Stroking the leather over her stretched skin, he smirked. Her pussy looked as if it had been freshly glazed. “My, my; is this all for me, Miss Granger?” He didn’t wait for an answer, applying the first stroke with a quick flick.
Her face burned at his words as the crop burned her arse. It stung kind of like his belt but slightly different—smaller and thump-ier. The leather licked her flesh again, and she hissed as a new spot flamed to life. The sting in her backside made the clamps feel more intense; the pain ganged up on her.
“Can you tell me why you’re being corrected, Miss Granger?”
“I don’t know,” she moaned, digging her fingers into her calves as the sting grew.
“You’ve only addressed me as sir once tonight. Does that sound respectful to you?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Maybe you just need the proper motivation.”
The dark rumble of his voice made her pussy twitch. He slapped her sweet spot several times, and her moans rose and fell like waves. Hermione gasped when the flat tongue of leather tapped once against her clit.
Snape smirked as her eyes rolled back. Just a bit harder Swick. “Are you ready to come again, pet?”
She hadn’t been until he hit her clit. Her pussy was ringing with dull vibrations. The crop bit her inner thigh, and she whimpered softly.
Sliding two fingers past her dewy petals, Snape curled them and pulled back, watching her knuckles go white as she clenched her legs. He dropped the riding crop; he needed both hands. Pumping his fingers into her, he teased her hard nub with the pad of his thumb; it slid against his finger, slippery as an oil slick. His other hand reached behind her legs and pulled at the chain connecting her tits. The sound of her panting filled the room. She’s going to make herself pass out if she keeps breathing like that. Unclipping her nipples, he tossed the clamps aside and gently pushed her feet back over her head. Her eyes flew open as he curled her weight onto her shoulders.
Hermione hadn’t been contorted in such a fashion since she was about eight. It wasn’t painful or anything, just strange. She was softly suffocating, her lungs crushing in on themselves. Her nipples burned as they started circulating again, two pin points of pain (now, bizarrely, smashed next to her knees). A jolt coursed through her as his fingers pumped harder. She was suddenly on the edge. Her hands slammed down and clenched the bedspread below her. The pressure inside was unbearable. “Oh God, sir!”
“I know, pet. I want to see you come all over yourself.”
His fingers roughly thrust inside of her, and her pussy exploded. Shouting and tearing at his bed, she felt her inner muscles push down and endless circles of rippling heat pulse outward. Hermione suddenly knew why he wanted her curled in on herself. Clear liquid streamed out of her sex; she could feel the rivulet roll down her belly and pool under her breasts. It was humiliating and sexy, her lust marking her more brightly than the cane or paddle ever could.
Snape’s lips twitched up in a smile as the first watery streak trailed down her body. He pulled out his fingers and strummed her swollen pearl as her juice flowed like the Nile. Lovely. The flickering flames from the fire made lines of jewels glitter down her belly. A sparkling pool collected around her breasts, and one small rill overflowed and snaked through the valley toward her chin.
When her hands stopped tearing at the comforter and her shouts quieted, he gently returned her to her original position. “Good girl,” he murmured. Her eyes were hazily wandering over the curtains surrounding his bed. She looked as if she had been knocked out and was just coming round again. “Still with me, love?”
It took her a second, but she followed the sound of his voice and finally found his face. Spots danced at the edge of her vision, gradually fading into sparkling dust. Her throat was dry from shouting, and her words came out sounding crackly, “Yes, sir.”
Bending to her breast, he ran his lips and tongue through her release. When he pressed his mouth to hers, Hermione tasted the salty, sweet water on his lips, his tongue sharing more between them. He gently nipped her lower lip as he pulled away and started to unbutton his shirt.
Life flared behind her eyes as she watched him undress. She’s bloody insatiable, Severus mused. When he unbuckled his belt, her dilated pupils fell to his crotch. “Scoot up the bed, love.” He wanted to fuck her face to face first so he could watch her reaction as he filled her.
Hermione smiled and scooted into the middle of the bed, leaning back on the pillows. She was sticky and damp with her own juices, but he climbed on top of her and pressed his naked belly against hers as if he didn’t care. The heat of his erection rubbed between her legs, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, needing to hold onto something. Her clit jumped to attention as he slid over it. How can I be ready so fast? Just seconds earlier she’d been exhausted.
Putting his swollen glans to her opening, Snape teased her, running it up and down over her entrance. Her pussy was a puddle of spent fluid; the wet sound of his cock running through her folds was gratifyingly loud. He tapped his knob against her clit, and she looked at him with silent desperation. “Sounds as though you want something, pet. I can’t imagine what,” he teased. “You’ll have to tell me. I hope I can hear you over all this.”
Her face burned, but her hips had no reservations and ground against him with fitful ferocity. “I need you inside me, sir,” she groaned. “Please fuck me. I need you so much.”
I will never tire of hearing that. Snape stared into her eyes as he penetrated her. It felt as if it had been ages since he’d last been inside her. I think I’m getting addicted to her pussy. His brain clicked off as her heat engulfed him. He didn’t want to think anymore.
His length split her in two, making her lower belly ache when he hit something deep inside. The stretch was wonderful. Hermione writhed beneath him, unable to stay still as the tension wound itself tighter. He is going to drive me insane. I’m going to end up wandering around St. Mungo’s with Gilderoy Lockhart. She needed him to move. Faster. Harder. It didn’t matter, as long as he moved. “Please fuck me hard, sir."
He didn’t make her wait. His hips snapped faster, and her nails nipped his shoulder as she attempted to keep hold. Snape grunted, dropping his lips to her neck where he lapped a long, wet line across her skin. Pressing his mouth to her pulse, he sucked her hard, his teeth scalloping the edges.
“Yes! More, sir. So good,” she gasped.
Her nails sheared his back as he sped up. The pool in her pussy spattered onto his balls each time he bottomed out, the wet sound mixing perfectly with her tiny groans. He moved faster just to hear more.

Hermione gritted her teeth as his hips beat against her. The urgency in her core grew. She kept thinking she was close, but each time her climax slipped away like sand through her fist. Dammit!
Severus felt her thrashing around under him. Her nails were leaving thin ribbons of fire across his back. The first coherent thought he’d had for a while floated into his head. “Take it easy, girl. You’re going to draw blood.”
“I can’t come,” she wailed miserably.
Severus looked her in the eye. “Who said I wanted you to come?”
Hermione growled and slammed her head against the pillows, squeezing her eyes shut so he couldn’t see her thoughts. Fuck you!
He chuckled and snapped his hips harder. “Not yet, pet. Just enjoy the ride.”
Digging her nails into his bum, she let him know what she thought of his plan. He just hissed and sped up even more. Hermione realized he liked it and grinned into his neck. Scratching lines across his arse, she slid her claws inward and then, staking her nails in place, spread open his cheeks.
Growling into her hair, Snape fought the tightening in his balls and slammed into her hard one last time before going still. Damn little swot. I’ll teach you to use my own tricks against me. “That wasn’t a smart move, Miss Granger.” He pulled out and roughly flipped her over. The snake in her arse hissed back at him. “Push it out,” he ordered, swirling the base of the plug deeper into her.
She whined in protest, but did as he said. The silver plug fell from her, and Snape placed it on the bedside table for later. He summoned the jar of lube from the bathroom. “Let’s see if we can’t get those three fingers in tonight.”
Hermione’s eyes went wide, and she started to push up on her arms. She’d been trying (really trying) all week, and she still couldn’t get more than two of her own fingers in herself. Three of his fingers were definitely not going to fit. “I’m really sorry, sir,” she apologized in a rush. “Please, I’m not ready. I can’t do it.”
Sitting on the back of her legs, he paused then reached over and picked up the riding crop. Severus cracked it against the side of her bum, leaving a pink wedge that would quickly turn brick red. “I’ll give you a choice, Miss Granger. We work until you can take those three fingers, which is something you want; or I get out the paddle and you find out how to apologize properly, something you do not want. Which shall you choose?”

Her heart started hammering. Both choices scared her. The riding crop snapped at her again as he waited for an answer. She had to think clearly. Both options would hurt, but she didn’t mind apologizing. The leather keeper cracked again, and she squealed into her pursed lips. There were pros and cons for each possiblility. “If three hurts too much, can I change my choice to the paddle?”
“No.”
“Which choice would make you happier?” Hermione twisted and looked over her shoulder at him. He seemed a bit surprised by the question, his eyebrows quirking up as he sat back on his heels.
Which choice would make me happier? Happier? “I’m not a sadist, Miss Granger. I don’t enjoy causing you pain. I enjoy your submission.”
“So . . . you’d rather finger my bum?”
Tapping the leather thoughtfully against her backside, he sighed. “I’d rather you not keep trying to take control every chance you get. I just have to teach you again and again that you are not the one in charge.”
Staring at him, Hermione bit the inside of her lips as she thought. She felt like an ungrateful child. He never left her wanting (well . . . except when he did it on purpose). Maybe if she would just let go they’d both have a better time. “You’re right. I’m sorry, sir. I choose both.”
“Both?”
She twisted her shoulders around further and looked him in the eye. “I deserve the paddle. I need you to punish me. But you’re right, I do want your fingers. I won’t fight you anymore. Well . . . I’ll do my best. It’s hard to let go sometimes.”
Damn. He couldn’t stay angry when she said things like that. Her sad expression tugged at his defenses. Damn. Damn. Damn. Severus ran his hand down his face. How did she destroy his rage with just a few words? It’s because she trusts you, you fool. No one else would even want you to so much as house-sit their plants, but she’s ready to give you unlimited access to every last inch of her body. “Are you certain, Miss Granger?”
Turning back to the pillows, she nodded. “It’ll eat me alive if you don’t punish me.”
He understood. She needed to make her repentance visible, put her inner turmoil on the outside. “Get those pillows under your hips.”
Snape got out of bed and stretched his legs. He wanted to give her time to get ready. When he got back with the larger of his two paddles, she was waiting for him with her bum propped high in the air, close enough to the left side of the bed that he could reach her. She looked beautiful. Don’t get distracted.
“Count,” he growled out. "And say you're sorry."
The hard wood slammed into her. It hurt. A lot. Less sting and more thud than she was used to. “One,” Hermione said with a wince. "I'm sorry, sir."
Thwack. The impact jarred her. Heat spread, burning both her cheeks at once. “Two! I'm sorry, sir.”
Her heart jumped at the next hit. She groaned through her clenched teeth and fisted the sheets. “Three! I'm sorry, sir.”
She felt as if she were sitting on the hearth right next to a roaring fire, her bum roasted by the flames. The blunt shock of the wood crashing into her left her almost breathless.
Crack. Hermione gasped. “Four! I'm sorry, sir!” Silent tears spilled down her face.
Thwack. Her bum was throbbing, and she started sobbing. “Five! I'm sorry, sir!”
He laid on the last one hardest and watched the two white spots bloom to red where her sit bones met the paddle.
“SixI'msorrysir!”
That was enough. “Good girl. Stay there.”
She expected more swats, but he climbed up behind her; and instead of the solid surface of the paddle, she felt his hands rub the sting out of her skin. She cried softly into her folded arms. Hermione gasped when she felt his lips touch her sizzling flesh, his tongue licking a wet path over her swollen bum. When he blew across it, her stomach clenched, and goosebumps prickled up her back. His warm body pressed along her leg, and she peeked back to see him resting his face against her red cheek.
Rolling his lips against her bum, Severus spread her wide and ran his finger over her rosebud. Her whimper was muffled by her arm, but it was clear how much she wanted it. He opened the jar and applied some lube to his finger then made her portal shine. She wiggled under him, opening her legs further when his digit dipped inside. He spread the slick gel into her depths, listening to her chorus of moans. How quickly she switched from agony to abandon.
Two fingers slipped inside her bum, and Hermione took them happily. He worked them in and out a few times before adding a third. It was too much. She tensed, and he stopped pushing.
“I’m in about halfway, pet. You don’t have much more to take.” He kissed her seared seat, making her shiver. “Bear down a little.”
Hermione pushed against his fingers, and he slid in a little deeper. A cord of tension snaked down her back, and she rolled her neck, trying to unknot it. Relax. You’ve been here before, Hermione. She let go a little, and he went a fraction deeper. It stretched and burned, but it didn’t really hurt; she let him in further.
After five minutes of her clenching and unclenching, Severus decided to talk his way in. “You’re doing very well, pet. Just a bit more. Would you like to try moving?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Tell me if it hurts.” Snape slowly pulled back out and then eased in again. He continued until her back relaxed and she didn’t look as though she was ready to spring to the ceiling at the least little twinge. “I’m going to add some more lube,” he purred, kissing her bum.
Hermione sighed, waiting patiently for him re-wet his fingers. Slippery digits probed her backdoor, and she invited them in.
“Have you been thinking about me fucking your arse, love?”
“Gods, yes,” she breathed into the bedspread. “Every day.”
Smirking, he kept his movements slow and gentle. “That’s my girl. Tell me what you think about.”
Hermione moaned and swallowed hard. Her mouth was getting dry from panting so much. “I’ve been imagining you buggering me over your desk while I touch my clit.”
He’d been using his free hand to hold her open, but at her suggestion, he slid around her hip and found her hard little button. “Like that?”
The moan was answer enough, but she rasped out, “Yes, sir.” Her legs spread wider, hips writhing against the pillows.
“Don’t come yet, Miss Granger.”
“Yes, sir.”
His fingers were almost completely inside her. Changing his rhythm to match her bucking, he worked in a little deeper each time her bum came back toward his hand. The finger on her clit stayed still, but he let her grind against it with each tiny thrust. “The first time we do it, I’ll put you on your side. I’ll get behind you, and it’ll be nice and slow,” he murmured against her bum. “I’ll be able to touch every inch of you, and I’ll make you come until you beg me to stop.”
“Oh gods,” she groaned.
Severus held his hand still and wiggled his fingers inside her. “I’m in all the way, pet. You may come if you like.”
Her head lifted. “Really? All the way in?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you.” He let his pinky fall to tease her pussy. “I’ll stay here until you relax then we’ll try moving a bit more.”
“I’ll wait.”
“For what?”
“Till you do it harder. I want to imagine you really inside me while I come.”
Severus growled softly, his lips pressing into her backside. Keeping his fingers deep, he started to thrust.
“Yessss,” she hissed. “Thank you, sir.”
He didn’t say anything, he just pushed deeper until her hips dipped with each thrust.
His pinky teased her inner labia, and Hermione couldn’t stop her hips from moving faster. Her clit grazed his waiting finger each time she rocked forward. She was careening toward a three-way collision. “Please, sir, I need more.”
“Harder or faster?”
“Both.”
He obliged. She countered his thrusts, backing onto his fingers and then mashing her slick nub against his other hand. Snape watched, amused and aroused, as she rode out her pleasure.
“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” she moaned after a few minutes. “Please!”
His fingers went in as far as they could, and he shook them inside her, forcing her clit against his other hand. Hermione shouted a hoarse cry of surprise as her orgasm ripped through her. A small trickle of fluid leaked from her sex as her muscles convulsed. Her mind went numb.
Leaving his fingers inside her, Severus watched her twitch and shake as she came down. He’d have to remember to get the mirror when he took her arse so he could watch her face the whole time.
Hermione wiped her forehead on the bed. “Sweet fucking Circe, that was so good,” she panted.
“Don’t call me Circe,” he muttered.
Hermione smiled. “Professor, is it okay if I suck you now?”
He picked up his head, watching her back rise and fall as she fought for breath. “That sounds acceptable.” Probably necessary, he thought, looking down at his half-hard dick. “Any particular reason why you’re so keen to have my cock in your mouth all the sudden?”
“I just want to suck you, sir,” she said evasively.
“You’re not planning any new surprise techniques, are you? I want to fuck your greedy little pussy again, so you’d better tell me now if you’re planning another trick like you did during rounds. If you make me come in your mouth, I won’t be happy.” I never thought I’d hear myself say that. She turned her head and looked back at him. Her expression was delightfully troubling.
“Don’t put that lube away,” she replied with a grin.
His tongue ran along the inside of his cheek as he held back a smile. It was good that she’d warned him. He’d have to be careful. She was damn brave; the Sorting Hat had made the right choice. He’d never had a witch volunteer to finger his arse. Some had done it on request but not with the same degree of glee. “All right, just remember what I said.”
Nodding her head in enthusiastic agreement, Hermione planned her attack. He pulled his fingers out or her arse, and she sighed. It was a relief to be empty again, but she also missed it.
“Wait,” he muttered. “Let me put in your plug.”
“Professor, I took three fingers. When can we do it?”
Shaking his head, he marveled at her excited impatience. She sounded like a deranged five-year-old asking when they would get to go to the zoo. “I said when you take three fingers easily. Maybe next time.”
Smiling into her arm, Hermione felt him apply more lube then the cold metal of her plug pressed against her anus. Next time. The metal stretched her, and she sighed with contentment when it settled into place.
Snape didn’t tell her that he’d enlarged her plug. Knowing would only make her tense. She’d see when she took it out. Sliding next to her, he pushed her hair out the way so he could see her. “Where would you like me?”
Biting her lip in thought, she answered, “Right here’s fine. Just relax.”
Backing off the pillows, she pushed them toward him, returning them to their owner. Snape shoved one behind his head so he could keep his eyes on her. She crawled down to his knees, and he spread his legs so she could kneel between them. Bracing one soft hand on his hip, she leaned down to his prick.
Little licks slicked his dick as her warm mouth moved over him. She placed small kisses to his head and shaft, covering every inch. Bending his arm behind his head for a better angle, Severus watched her work. Her riotous curls tickled his legs as she turned and shifted. He whispered words of praise as she sucked his glans into her mouth, sliding her lips in a tight ring down his shaft. Her tongue was fabulous. It never stopped. Those pretty brown eyes of hers glanced up at him, and she smiled at him around his hardening cock.
Hermione pulled her lips off his head and looked around for the jar of lube. When she found it, she put a line of the slippery gel down her hand. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she slowly slid her way to the top and then flipped and swirled her palm over his flared head before sliding back down. He gave her a small growl, so she did it again.
His eyes flicked from her fingers to her face. She was doing things at an angle he wasn’t used to. Wonderful things. One of her hands rubbed and pulled his balls while she continued to stroke him. Closing his eyes, he let out a deep sigh as she tongued his bollocks.
Hermione sucked one ball past her lips and pulled up on his scrotum. Dipping her middle fingers into the jar, she felt her heart rate climb in tandem with her nerves. Her lubed fingers inched toward his arse. When she found his puckered hole, she massaged around the outside, wanting to make sure he was throughly covered so she didn’t hurt him. Stretching out on her belly, she tried turning on her side for a better angle.
He bent one knee, and she found the new position offered easier access. Hermione let the tip of her middle finger slide inside his tight entrance. It was strange. She’d never been inside another person before. His body felt hot and tight. Working in a little deeper, she felt the ring of muscle give way to the soft walls beyond. It was a lot like fingering her own arse (except far more naughty . . . and easier to reach). His breath was ragged, dragging through his nostrils like a horse; she looked up to find him staring at her, his eyes two smoldering lumps of coal, and his jaw so tight a tendon in his temple was twitching.
He’d have to stop her soon. His cock strained and jumped toward her lips. She smiled and lifted her head from his thigh to kiss it. Her finger wiggled inside him, and his balls twitched up in warning. “Careful, girl,” Snape growled through his teeth.
Nodding, she stopped snogging his dick. Severus could swear it followed her for a few seconds as she moved away. Her finger sank deeper and twisted around. He took another deep breath. She was watching his face to see what made him craziest. Her finger curled, searching for his prostate. Fuck me! Why did I give her that book?
The tip of her finger bumped against a lump inside him, and his cock jumped, hitting her chin. There it is, she smiled, proud of discovery. Hermione nudged it again, and he inhaled sharply through his nose.
His jaw had turned to stone. Severus didn’t want her to stop, but he didn’t want to come like that. (At least, not that night.) If only he could open his mouth and tell her. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to his frenulum, and he growled in his throat. “Stop.”
Hermione looked at him. Every muscle in his upper body was straining with tension. Uh oh. Too far. She pulled her face away from his cock and uncurled her finger.
“Don’t move,” he whispered.
Hermione froze. His face was pinched with concentration, and she didn’t want to spark his ire. The paddle had been more than enough for one night. His balls looked tight and high, but they slowly sank back to their usual position as she waited for him to sound the all clear.

The constriction binding his chest finally loosened, and he could breathe again. “No more, pet. That was too close. We’ll play this game some other time.”
Hermione removed her finger carefully and watched the remaining tension drain from his body. Her teeth tried to bite the grin from her lips, but it didn’t work; she couldn’t wipe the ecstatic look off her face.
Snape opened his eyes and glanced down at her. “You’re pretty damn pleased with yourself, aren’t you?”
Hermione smiled back. I am the Arse Master. Do not doubt my powers.
I’m going to fuck that cocky look off your face in a minute. Snape glanced down at his dick. It was an unhealthy shade of maroon. A very long minute. Sitting up, Severus turned and pushed her back down against the bed, shoving her knees to her chest. “Hold them there,” he ordered as he snagged the riding crop from the edge of the bed. “How many times did you forget to call me sir since I paddled you?”
Her eyes went wide. “I don’t know, sir. Please don’t. I’m so sore”
Rising to his knees, he looked down at her. “I’d say at least ten times.” His nails grazed her red rump. “What do think? Three swats for each time you forgot?”
Groaning, her head fell back. “Whatever you think is best, sir.”
He smiled. “I think you need some practice. Say ‘Thank you, sir’ after every three hits.”
“Yes, sir.” Hermione squeezed her eyes tight. The leather tip ran over her backside, making her wait and worry before the hit. The black tongue lashed her left cheek, almost on her thigh, then mirrored the hit on her right. The two spots burned brightly. A soft slap landed on her clit, and her eyes flew open. “Thank you, sir.”
Smirking at her change in tone, Severus teased her with the keeper again. You want it now, don’t you.He followed the same pattern: left, right, clit.
“Thank you, sir.”
Hermione groaned and wiggled as he snapped the crop against her over and over. Every time it hit her clit, she panted out the next “Thank you, sir.” She completely lost track of the count, dying for him to keep going. The last slap to her sex stung like fire, but she loved it. Please fuck me!
“Have you learned your lesson, Miss Granger?” he asked, tossing the riding crop behind the pillows.
“Gods yes, sir! Thank you.”
Severus leaned over her. It was clear by the sound of her voice that it was time to recommence shagging. His dick twitched in hearty agreement. Her feet hit his shoulders as he rubbed his length along her heat. She made a surprised noise of lust as his head parted her petals, sinking past her swollen opening. The path was easy with her slickness, and he entered her in a single, smooth thrust. One arm held her legs to his chest as he started working himself in and out. The angle was one he hadn’t used with her yet, and Severus groaned at the sensation.
Hermione was on fire. Her bum smouldered from the double rounds of abuse it had taken that night, and her pussy seemed ready to explode. The burn in her bum just added more kindling to the flames. She tried to enjoy the slow pace he set, but she couldn’t stand it for one second longer.
“Please fuck me harder, sir,” she begged.
He let go of her legs and put his hands on either side of her, keeping her ankles over his shoulders. His hips sped their swing until they were slapping against her.
“Thank you, sir,” she whispered. Her eyes closed, and she smiled at the hard jolt of each thrust. The plug rocked inside her. Oh God! The burn from the riding crop was the icing on the cake; the blotches of heat tingled as he plowed into her. Between the burning and his cock and her plug, she was overwhelmed with sensations.
Snape studied the pained look on her face. She was close. “Pinch your nipples."
Her eyes slit open to meet his gaze. Hermione pinched her nipples and felt her clit throb. Bloody hell.
“Harder,” he growled. She pinched tighter, wincing at the pain. Severus leaned in so he was rubbing closer to her nub with his lower body. He ground his pelvis into her until she looked as if she was going to cry, her breathing short and choppy as she tried to grab hold of her orgasm.
“Stop straining for it,” he whispered. “Relax”
Hermione whimpered in frustration but forced herself to let go. Maybe he wanted her to wait. She wouldn’t cross him twice in one night.
Snape continued to pound into her, sweat rolling down the back of his neck. He’d change positions in a minute and make her come then.
She took a deep breath when he pulled out of her, her thighs no longer pinching off her lungs. Cool air filled her body, and she took another easy breath. He was piling up the pillows next to her hip.
“Roll over,” he ordered.
Turning to her side, Hermione rolled onto her belly, hips propped high atop his pillow hill. She felt him spread her legs wider and rub himself up to her engorged entrance. He pushed in then put his hands down next to her chest and started fucking her again.
Her eyes opened wider as he hit a new spot inside. Her inner muscles spasmed with each thrust. This was definitely her new favorite position. The pillow rubbed against her clit, and she couldn’t stop squirming as her body sought out more pressure.
Snape felt her pussy twitch around him and closed his eyes. She was humping the pillow, adding a new layer of movement to each thrust. He wanted to feel her come. “Are you close, Miss Granger?”
“Yes, sir!”
He smirked. She seemed to have no trouble remembering to call him sir since her session with the riding crop. Severus sped up, and she shouted out a long wail into the mattress. Her pussy clenched around him, and he felt a surge of liquid coat his length. “Yes, pet, that’s it. Come for me.”
Her muscles seemed to be trying to push him out and hold onto him at the same time. The contractions rolled through her, leaving her shaking and mindless. She didn’t know her own name for about half a minute as she climaxed and then sank into blissful nothingness afterward. He stilled inside her, allowing her to recover.
“Marvelous, pet,” he whispered, brushing her hair out of the way and kissing her neck.
He began moving inside her again but kept his chest against her back. She fancied it. They were both sweaty, and it was too hot to be pressed so closely; but he kept nipping her neck, so she didn’t really mind. His hips grated her sore bottom, adding to their already considerable heat. That was nice too. His thrusts became slower, and the pace lulled her into nirvana. Her mind floated as he rubbed against her.
Snape wanted to keep going. He was tired, but she felt heavenly beneath him; he didn’t want her to leave. Her burning bum was a soft cushion under his hips, and he fit against her back as though she were made for him. He stayed there for a while, grinning at her occasional sighs of contentment.
After a long span of silence, he thought she might have fallen asleep (and was disturbed that the thought didn’t bother him). If she was asleep, he’d let her stay until sunrise then they could have sex again before he sent her back to her room. No one would be out that early in the morning; she’d have no trouble sneaking through the halls.
“Are you asleep, pet?” he whispered.
A groggy negative sound came from her chest. “I can’t sleep till you come,” she murmured.
“I’m close, love.”
“Will you come on my bum, sir?”
He smirked at her request. “Is that what you’d like?”
She nodded, smile growing. “Yes, I’d like to see it.”
So would I, pet, so would I. Severus sped up. It wouldn’t take long—he’d been fighting himself for ages. He pushed himself up off her back and braced himself on his hands. His balls were starting to tighten.
Twisting around to watch him, she groaned. “Oh gods, Severus. You’re so bloody sexy like that.”
He raised an eyebrow. I seriously doubt that. He was surprised to find no lie in her eyes. She wasn’t just saying it to turn him on. She meant it. Her eyes raked over his body as he pumped into her.
Hermione tightened her thighs, trying to calm her clit; it was starting to get worked up again. Seeing him hovering over her, staring at her bum, was delicious. “I want to see you come, sir. All over me.”
He grunted and pulled out, fisting his hand over his cock. A shuddering exhale broke through his lips as each milky stream decorated her red cheeks. The pleasure ripped through him. He couldn’t see straight as his balls expelled all they had. “Fuck!”
Leaning back on his heels, panting, he waited for his heart to slow. His dick slowly deflated in his hand. Severus watched her reach back and run her fingers over her spattered derrière. She swirled through his seed and then rubbed it into her skin. Flopping down beside her, he kept his eyes on her actions. She didn’t stop until every last drop had absorbed into her abused bum. Reaching out, he stroked his fingertips over the scene of the crime. She was slightly sticky. “I’ll clean you up later. Sleep for a bit.”
A look of surprise crossed her face. “Here?”
“It’s up to you.”
She smiled sleepily at him. “Will you lie against me? I’m getting cold.”
Lip twitching, Snape nodded. He helped her pull the pillows out from under her hips then dragged her back against his chest. She curled into him and sighed peacefully as his hand slid around her side. Cupping her breast, he ran his thumb over her nipple. “I’ll wake you later, pet. We’ll take a shower before you go. You can show me your new trick again.”
He couldn’t see her evil grin. “Are you sure the shower’s such a good idea, sir? Standing seems like it could be a bit . . . precarious. I can’t hold you up, you know.”
Looking down at her head, he smirked. Touché, Miss Granger. “But if we try it in the tub, you’ll drown. Besides, filthy little girls like you need a good scrubbing.”
She laughed. “How can I drown sticking my finger up your arse?”
His lips curled with his own evil grin. “Who said you’d be using your hands?”
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